Diplomacy

You leave your Quarters and head to the Throne room. It is spacious and regal with floors of marble that allow your heeled footsteps to echo through the chamber as you gracefully stride to your masterfully crafted throne, breasts bouncing as intended so all who occupied the chamber could enjoy your beauty until you sat on your rightful seat.

"Good Morning, your grace," The Royal messenger, a man named Joseph, says as he kneels to you. You smile because you know you've knelt for him before and tasted every inch of his cock on several occasions.

"Good Morning Joseph, what is on my agenda?" you ask so you can get this stuff over with and look for someone to fuck.

"You have a visitor, My Lady..."